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"
I
don
’
t
care
,
"
she
sniffled
.
"
Tom
was
a
good
boy
.
"
Her
husband
glared
at
her
.
This
was
unqualified
defiance
.
"
If
that
brother
of
yours
was
worth
his
salt
,
he
could
take
the
wagon
,
"
he
snorted
.
"
He
pays
his
board
,
just
the
same
,
"
was
the
retort
.
"
An
’
he
’
s
my
brother
,
an
’
so
long
as
he
don
’
t
owe
you
money
you
’
ve
got
no
right
to
be
jumping
on
him
all
the
time
.
I
’
ve
got
some
feelings
,
if
I
have
been
married
to
you
for
seven
years
.
"
"
Did
you
tell
’
m
you
’
d
charge
him
for
gas
if
he
goes
on
readin
’
in
bed
?
"
he
demanded
.
Mrs
.
Higginbotham
made
no
reply
.
Her
revolt
faded
away
,
her
spirit
wilting
down
into
her
tired
flesh
.
Her
husband
was
triumphant
.
He
had
her
.
His
eyes
snapped
vindictively
,
while
his
ears
joyed
in
the
sniffles
she
emitted
.
He
extracted
great
happiness
from
squelching
her
,
and
she
squelched
easily
these
days
,
though
it
had
been
different
in
the
first
years
of
their
married
life
,
before
the
brood
of
children
and
his
incessant
nagging
had
sapped
her
energy
.
"
Well
,
you
tell
’
m
to
-
morrow
,
that
’
s
all
,
"
he
said
.
"
An
’
I
just
want
to
tell
you
,
before
I
forget
it
,
that
you
’
d
better
send
for
Marian
to
-
morrow
to
take
care
of
the
children
.
With
Tom
quit
,
I
’
ll
have
to
be
out
on
the
wagon
,
an
’
you
can
make
up
your
mind
to
it
to
be
down
below
waitin
’
on
the
counter
.
"
"
But
to
-
morrow
’
s
wash
day
,
"
she
objected
weakly
.
"
Get
up
early
,
then
,
an
’
do
it
first
.
I
won
’
t
start
out
till
ten
o
’
clock
.
"
He
crinkled
the
paper
viciously
and
resumed
his
reading
.
Martin
Eden
,
with
blood
still
crawling
from
contact
with
his
brother
-
in
-
law
,
felt
his
way
along
the
unlighted
back
hall
and
entered
his
room
,
a
tiny
cubbyhole
with
space
for
a
bed
,
a
wash
-
stand
,
and
one
chair
.
Mr
.
Higginbotham
was
too
thrifty
to
keep
a
servant
when
his
wife
could
do
the
work
.
Besides
,
the
servant
’
s
room
enabled
them
to
take
in
two
boarders
instead
of
one
.
Martin
placed
the
Swinburne
and
Browning
on
the
chair
,
took
off
his
coat
,
and
sat
down
on
the
bed
.
A
screeching
of
asthmatic
springs
greeted
the
weight
of
his
body
,
but
he
did
not
notice
them
.
He
started
to
take
off
his
shoes
,
but
fell
to
staring
at
the
white
plaster
wall
opposite
him
,
broken
by
long
streaks
of
dirty
brown
where
rain
had
leaked
through
the
roof
.
On
this
befouled
background
visions
began
to
flow
and
burn
.
He
forgot
his
shoes
and
stared
long
,
till
his
lips
began
to
move
and
he
murmured
,
"
Ruth
.
"
"
Ruth
.
"
He
had
not
thought
a
simple
sound
could
be
so
beautiful
.
It
delighted
his
ear
,
and
he
grew
intoxicated
with
the
repetition
of
it
.
"
Ruth
.
"
It
was
a
talisman
,
a
magic
word
to
conjure
with
.
Each
time
he
murmured
it
,
her
face
shimmered
before
him
,
suffusing
the
foul
wall
with
a
golden
radiance
.
This
radiance
did
not
stop
at
the
wall
.
It
extended
on
into
infinity
,
and
through
its
golden
depths
his
soul
went
questing
after
hers
.
The
best
that
was
in
him
was
out
in
splendid
flood
.
The
very
thought
of
her
ennobled
and
purified
him
,
made
him
better
,
and
made
him
want
to
be
better
.
This
was
new
to
him
.
He
had
never
known
women
who
had
made
him
better
.
They
had
always
had
the
counter
effect
of
making
him
beastly
.
He
did
not
know
that
many
of
them
had
done
their
best
,
bad
as
it
was
.
Never
having
been
conscious
of
himself
,
he
did
not
know
that
he
had
that
in
his
being
that
drew
love
from
women
and
which
had
been
the
cause
of
their
reaching
out
for
his
youth
.
